Eyes of Blue

Eyes of Blue

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or Angel, but they are really good television shows. I’m also not making any money here either. The shows are owned by their respectful owners.

Summary: Lex decides to visit Las Angeles for the weekend. He takes his “friend” Clark with him. The two boys get sucked into a supernatural whirlpool that takes them for a twirl. One of the boys becomes possessed and it’s up to the other to try and save him before its too late.

Warning: This story will contain boy on boy action, the use of strong language, detailed and gruesome violence, and enough blasphemy to make every god invented by peopledom to fall out of the sky and die.

Chapter Three

A million people could have heard the same tiny pin hit the wooden floor. That was how sudden and terrible the silence in that study was. Breath hung frozen in the air like pale clouds of glittering crystals.

“Sonofabitch!” Lionel practically shrieked, putting both hands to his pink splattered forehead, stumbling backwards in shock and growls of pain. “You shot me!”

Lex didn’t even see Clark standing in the open doorway, gawking like a fish out of water. The poor boy looked as if he were about to start jumping from foot to foot in worry and anticipation.

“Yes,” Lex told his enraged father in a deathly calm voice. “And don’t you dare forget it.” He cocked the little gun again, just for emphasis this time. “The next one will paint you a lovely shade of vineyard grape.”

“Lex?” Clark asked from the door, sounding timid, looking like a deer ready to bolt away from the big, scary headlights. It was amazing how the guy could stare down a ticking bomb or a terrorist strapped to a ticking bomb, but when it came to Luthor family quarrels, he was ready to run through a wall just to get out of the line of rocket launchers.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, Clark,” Lex said, turning to look at him. “My father was just leaving to wash his face and call a car.” He suddenly looked rather ponderous. “What time is it?”

“Um, it’s 6:30.”

“Ah,” Lex smiled warmly, not putting his bang-bang down. “You’re rather early.”

He was actually in a small state of shock. Clark had just walked in on him shooting his father right between the eyes with a hot pink paintball.

“Lex!”

“Mr. Luthor,” Clark calmly said, taking small and unhurried steps towards the crazy man with the gun. “You really shouldn’t yell at the person who just shot you. He still has the gun on you and you might lose an eye or something even more vitally important the next time.”

“Oh,” Lex snickered, nodding and aiming low this time. “Thanks for the target idea, Clark.”

Lionel sniffed, narrowing his eyes to slits. “It’s your funeral, Kent!” The old man snapped, leaving the room in swift and angry steps. The double doors banged shut behind him and Lex splattered the doors violet just because they were too loud.

“DON’T YOU THREATEN CLARK!”

He shot the door until he was shooting blanks.

He felt Clark put his larger hand around the barrel of the gun and he let him take it from him. He couldn’t believe he had actually paintballed his own father. It was like another dream had finally come true. Oh, the look on his father’s face was worth all the shit he was going to have to eat in order to get back into his good graces later on.

“Perhaps I need to start being a few minutes late from now on,” Clark said, putting the gun back in the open middle drawer and closed it with a click. “That way you’ll have enough time to hide the body under the rug before I show up.”

Lex began to laugh. He couldn’t help it. The look on his old man’s face had been hysterical. He had put that bastard in his place.

“Do you need to sit down, Lex?” Clark asked. He looked really concerned for him. “You look a little spooky right now.”

He shook his head.

“He said such terrible things,” he muttered, suddenly feeling that old fear again. It was like shadows sweeping in to swallow him in darkness. “I couldn’t let him get away with it this time.”

He hated his father more than ever now. The bastard had played his fears like a violin and his feelings like a yoyo as if it had all been great fun. No, he couldn’t let him get away with it. No! Not this time. He reveled in his small victory.

“What did he say to make you lose your cool like that?” Clark asked, stepping closer to him.

Lex closed his eyes. He wished Clark had been late. He hadn’t wanted him to witness the crazy within him again.

“Lex?” Clark asked, gently shaking him a little bit. “What did he do?”

He opened his eyes. Clark’s looked all dark and vengeful. The boy was worried about him. It made him feel nice.

“Did you get your chores done?” He asked.

Blue eyes blinked. “Huh?”

“You look tired,” Lex went on. “Would you like some cold milk or perhaps some vitamin water?”

“Lex?”

“I got this new video game for us to play later,” Lex told him. “We have to save this frilly little princess and collect gold coins in order to pay off the evil queen, who likes to toss apple bombs from a high window.”

“Lex!”

“And then I have this movie over here somewhere we can watch,” he went on, ignoring him. “Someone told me, can’t remember his name, that it has something to do with a witch chasing down a star and eating its heart.”

Strong hands took hold of his arms, holding him in place like steel chains. He couldn’t move to save his soul. Did he still have a soul? And if so, how much credit did he still have left on it?

“Does he know about us?” Clark asked. “Did he threaten you?”

Lex wanted to laugh. Shouldn’t this role be reversed? He was the one with the power and fortune that made smaller worlds tremble.

“Tell me, Lex!” Clark yelled in his face. “I won’t let him hurt you.”

Lex lifted up his eyes, looking into Clark’s. Were they glowing? The boy blinked and the slight ruby glint was no longer present within them.

“He can no longer hurt me, Clark,” he told him. “He will do and say anything to make me just like him.”

“He knows…”

Lex nodded. “I think he has known my feelings about you for a very long time.”

“He thinks I will somehow hurt you, huh?”

He turned his face away from him. “If something was to happen to you…I think I’d have to be locked away again…I don’t know what I’d be capable of…”

“Nothing is going to happen to me, Lex,” he said, tenderly hugging him. “I’ll always be here.”

Lex stiffened just a little bit. He could hear his beautiful mother softly echoing those same words to him.

“Do you promise?” He asked.

Clark gently planted a warm and petal soft kiss on top of his head. “I love you.”

“I’m looking for a promise here, Clark.”

The boy chuckled. “I promise, Lex.”

“Thank you,” Lex said, taking a small sniff at him. He smelled of spice and hay. “You smell like spiced cider.”

The teen nodded. “My mom made this new soap.”

“Huh?” Lex asked, pulling back. “Your mom makes soap?”

“Yeah,” Clark told him. “She makes all kinds of things.”

Lex thought that over for a moment. He hadn’t known that. Was Clark really that poor? Well, he certainly smelled good enough to lick. That was for damn sure. Perhaps he should buy a few bars. That way he could smell Clark whenever the guy wasn’t around. The thought caused him to smile.

“Do you want to watch that movie and get a pizza sent from New York?” Lex asked him.

Blue eyes rolled. “How about I go get the cookies I forgot in the truck?”

Lex nodded. “I’ll set everything up in the den,” he said, moving by him. “You do remember how to get there, right?”

Clark put both hands up to his mouth. “Luthor!” He shouted like Marco.

Lex pulled a Polo. “Kent!”

“I’ll find you,” Clark grinned, following after him.

~*~

After a quick game of Hide & Seek, the two boys were on the leather sofa. Lex was sitting up and Clark was curled up beside him, resting his sleeping head in his lap. There was a few cookie crumbs here and there, and Lex hadn’t told the sleeping teen about the milk mustache he had.

He was playing with Clark’s dark hair. His silky strands were so soft and shiny in the pale light from the television. He loved the feel of his hair as each lock flowed between his pale fingers like a serene river of black ink. Clark had told him that he liked having his hair played with. It helped him sleep and made him feel comforted.

“The burning golden heart of a star at peace would taste so much sweeter than your frightened little heart,” the powerful and stunningly beautiful witch-queen spoke in a scary and distorted voice. “Oh, well, better than no heart at all.”

Lex watched the witch glide through the blazing green fire of her own creation, moving to strike with her glass knife, but looked down when he felt Clark move just a little bit. The bigger man had somehow managed to roll over onto his broad back and he was chewing in his sleep.

Lex bent over and kissed him on the tip of his nose just as the witch-queen screamed in rage. He looked up. The star had escaped her shining blade and wicked tongue.

He caught himself hoping that he had the same luck in escaping his father’s wrath. He could only imagine what foul plots were running amuck in the old man’s evil brain.

“Mm,” Clark mumbled in his sleep, scratching his godlike tummy. “P is for pomegranate pie.”

Lex blinked. He’d never had any. He wondered if it would be any good. Oh, well. He’d make sure to have one on the flight tomorrow.

Clark moved again and Lex looked down into opened eyes. Those full lips were all dewy and smiling.

“Do you wanna make out?”

Lex didn’t get the chance to question if he was still sleeping, because Clark was on him like a bee on pollen. He loved how timid Clark could be one minute and reveled when he took sudden control and charged like a roaring bull the next.

Clark’s touches were gentle, controlled, practiced. His mouth was tender and his tongue tasted sweeter than gold dipped in honey.

“Clark,” he moaned, drowning in the warmth.

“Sorry,” Clark said, pulling away like the low tide when the moon called. “I’ve wanted to do that since I got up this morning.”

He smiled. He’d wanted to do that all damn year.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No,” Lex panted, licking his upper lip. “You just surprised me.”

Clark grinned now. “Was it a good surprise?”

“It was an excellent surprise,” Lex told him, gently yanking on his dark hair.

Was Clark blushing? He couldn’t tell in the light.

“What?” He asked.

Clark bit his bottom lip. “I could…”

Lex nearly fainted when those last words left Clark Kent’s mouth.

“Clark!” He exclaimed. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

The farmboy pouted. He looked embarrassed, but quickly covered with a clever comeback.

“Well, I was only offering to indulge you in what else I can do with it, but that spaceship has already left orbit now. So sorry, but you’ve missed your flight.”

Lex gently twisted his ears and Clark faked a pained whimper. The two ended up laughing.

Lex sobered and Clark cocked his head to the side like a puppy who had just found a companion for life. His big blue eyes glowed in the dark.

“I want our first time together to be something right and wonderful, Clark,” he told him, surprised at his own words. He had wanted Clark under him, on top of him for so long, and now he was saying this? “I don’t want you doing something you might come to regret later.”

Clark merely nodded his head. “I could get some chocolate. I like my nuts to be dipped in it.”

Lex threw his arms up and rolled his eyes. “Are you even listening to me?”

“What do you think about swirls of cotton candy, Lex?”

“Go to bed, Kent!” Lex snapped at him.

“Okay,” Clark said, picking him up, throwing him over his left shoulder. “Where did you put that door?”

Lex yelled and kicked his legs, demanding to be put down immediately. Damn, he was strong.

“Oh, ice cream,” Clark went on, ignoring the colorful and vivid threats he was making. “It’ll be a little cold at first, but my tongue will warm you right up.”

Lex closed his eyes and suddenly felt a shifting of space around him. He opened his eyes and yelped when Clark playfully tossed him onto his own bed.

“What?” He asked, looking this way and that with wide eyes. They were in his bedroom. “How did we get up here?”

Clark crawled like a large cat onto the bed, curling up beside him. “I told you, I’m an alien.”

Lex shook his head. Had he drank too much again? Maybe he was becoming an alcoholic without realizing it.

Wait! He hadn’t had a single glass.

“I’m sleepy,” Clark yawned, cuddling up to him. “Hold me?”

Lex did so, but he never closed his eyes. The young man in his arms had somehow moved like the wind.

“I love you, Lex,” Clark sighed, yawning.

Lex gently squeezed him, kissing him on the forehead. His skin was so smooth and warm.

“Are you meteor infected, Clark?” He whispered.

Clark shook his head, nuzzling his chest with his cheek. “I’m sleepy.”

Lex poked him. “I’ll love you even more, Clark.”

An arm went around his waist rather possessively. “Can I tell you tomorrow?”

Lex rolled his eyes, but chose to wait it out. He had waited this long. What was another day?

“I love you, Clark,” he told him, pulling up a sheet around them. “Don’t you dare to ever doubt that either.”

Clark mumbled something and Lex took it as, Yes God. So, it was damn good enough for him.

“I’ll wake you in an hour,” he said. “I don’t want your dad coming after me with his gun.”

Clark softly snored in response. It caused him to smile. He really should tell him about his milk mustache.

Trust.

He felt so wonderful. Clark trusted him.

Finally!


To Be Continued…

Note: Can’t you all just feel the darkness slowly creeping in like a killer with a really sharp knife? He’s just waiting until you roll over, all peaceful in your happy little dreams about love and pretty butterflies. That’s when he stabs the blade through your soft sheets, twisting as he guts you. You wake up. Your screams are frozen because your mind outran your body back to wakefulness. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of fabric? It’s goddamn terrible. That’s what. So, always gut a pig naked. Lizzie Bathory knew what she was doing. And then the silly bitch got caught.

Well, please review and pleasant nightmares.

-Flora